Dear Diary. Today was a physically tough day. At school they have begun the drill sessions for the Annual sports meet. And being a member of the school band, I slog on both my feet and strive for a desperate ear for music. I guess Sr. Ag*** dislikes the music we play, guess what we play is a little too loud for music. Today our band master played a very sad melody. Rosh... told me it is a sad romantic melody of the 1960s.Ever since I heard it , I have been thinking on what makes a man love a woman and vice versa. Is it possible for a man or a woman to love each other more than they do themselves? And is human love redemptive as the poets claim? I have encountered this concept of love only in books so far. I don't fancy love is that dreary formulaic plot of Mills and Boon. I think Ayn Rand's "We , the Living" is more honest because love in there is not super human.Sigh, diary, when will I fall in love or will I ever? I find men such disinteresting creatures. Of course am not a man hater but then how can any woman spend hours dreaming of another person when there is so much to know in this beautiful world. Perhaps one day when I fall in love, I can count the hours. My sibling says woman was made from a bony rudiment of man. Yucks, Diary to think God made me out of the rib of a man. This computer goof I met at the summer camp gave me a love letter made from ice cream sticks and paint. It said"you reside in a place where my heart is"...How silly of a man to say that Diary. How can one human being reside in another's heart? I mean how can one own another so much? I showed the goof's terrible declaration only to dad after dinner.
My sibling is a die hard romantic. He always writes love poetry and seems to fall in love almost daily. I hope one day he really falls in love.My dad and my mom fell in love, so I think am a product of human love. My girlfriends narrate the woes and ups of their love finds. Some of them say it makes one walk in two worlds. I guess that is what tadpoles do- neither aquatic nor amphibian. Maybe when people fall in love they metamorphose from a tadpole into a frog and vice versa. Sigh, Diary, I hope one day I know what it is all about. I guess as a teenager, right now all I can do I must place you back before they find us.
Years Down....
Dear Diary I finally did. Just that it was an invisible person.
One that happened exactly like I always imagined it to be... Bells, lights and horses.
Just that...sigh diary...invisible man...well it is almost no man's land I survive on.
Still dont you wonder what he looks like?
Years Down....
Dear Diary I finally did. Just that it was an invisible person.
One that happened exactly like I always imagined it to be... Bells, lights and horses.
Just that...sigh diary...invisible man...well it is almost no man's land I survive on.
Still dont you wonder what he looks like?
